Even Though They Are Cultivating Immortals, They Are Still Being Suppressed.

Breaking free from the shackles of mortal world, I thought I was leaping into boundless freedom. But he ran headlong into a more sophisticated cage - using spiritual veins as the latitude and longitude, and Tao as the shackles. On the Immortal Mountain, there is also a quota for spiritual energy. On the road to eternal life, there are also levels of superiority and inferiority. They say: The great road is ruthless, and the strong are respected. The invisible rules are more difficult to shake than the mountain-protecting formation. This is an absurd struggle about "freedom" and "order" that takes place on the top of the sea of ​​clouds, deep in the cave, and even in the consciousness of the soul. When immortality itself becomes a long-term "blessing", how should immortal cultivators define their own existence?